Page 34 of The Heart Of A Real Woman
“Sup, pops. Yes, I’ve been good. Where’s Mama at?”
“She left her phone in the villa. And I already told you, I’m bringing her home after the trip. The day isn’t even over yet. We still out here, and it’s gonna be like that for a few more days.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right.” He said, acting clueless. But I knew he remembered exactly what I told him.
Jr. was just fishing, trying to see if I really made things right with Mary. At ten years old, he was wise beyond his years and knew how to express himself better than most grown folks. This morning, he made it clear that he didn’t want us to split up.
“Not y’all plotting on me.” Mary said.
Before I could respond, she snatched the phone out of my hand. I leaned back and let them have their moment. I could tell my boy missed her just as much as I did. Visiting her at her parents’ crib wasn’t enough for him. Just like me, he wanted her back home. And I had been doing everything in my power to make that shit happen.
As soon as their talk ended, I scooped Mary up in my arms and carried her to a private outdoor space at the villa, where the infinity pool and jacuzzi were waiting for us. It was getting late, and now that we were back on good terms, I wanted us to kick back and relax before the night ended.
The jets were on, music already playing, and more candles lit. I had spent the last few hours while she slept setting the vibe and clearing my head. Her hiding the pregnancy from me had fucked me up and pissed me off. But I had taught myself a long time ago to just walk away and cool off whenever I got mad at Mary. I never wanted to say or do anything that would hurt her mentally or emotionally.
“This feels so good,” she said as the water wrapped around her body.
“Hell yeah, come here,” I said, pulling her back onto my lap. I was feeling good as fuck. The jets were hitting my back just right, and the liquor had me floating.
“You still coming back home, right?” I asked low against her neck, still testing where her head was at.
Mary laughed. “Yes. I already told you that. Goodness… you and Jr. act like y’all can’t live without me.”
“I can’t. That’s already been established. And now that you pregnant, you already know I can’t have you away from me.”
“I’m coming. I promise, baby.” She said, turning to face me and wrapping her arms around my neck.
That was all I needed to hear. No more talking. I slid my tongue into her mouth and kissed her like I had been starving for her. Because I had. I missed her so fucking bad. I kissed all over her face and neck, gripping her ass tight while breathing her in deep.
When Mary took over, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the intimacy she offered. She leaned in, nibbling on my ear before sucking my neck. It had been war for so long between us that I couldn’t even remember the last time she loved on me like this. Groaning, I lifted her and slid her bikini to the side. Once it was out of the way, I slowly guided her down on my dick. The water swirled around us.
“Ooh, baby.” She panted.
“You owe me, baby.” I grunted in her ear. “I didn’t get to finish earlier.”
“Mmm, yes.” She moaned, slowly circling her hips.
For a minute, all I could do was hold on to her and moan right back. She was riding me with a passion that had my whole body on fire. Every move felt intentional. Water splashed around us with every bounce, swirling up against the edges of the jacuzzi and slapping against my back. I slid my hands down to her waist, slowing her rhythm so I wouldn’t cum too soon. Then I slipped my finger into her ass. Her whole body jolted, and I felt her clamp around me.
“Ahhhh, babyyyyy.” She fucking lost it.
And I did too.
In one swift motion, I gripped her thighs and lifted her out of the jacuzzi, her legs instinctively wrapping around mywaist. Water streamed off her body, trailing down my arms as I lay her down on the cabana bed just a few feet away. The fabric stuck to her wet skin, and her hair fanned out. Candlelight flickered around the drapes, casting a soft glow. She looked like a fucking goddess, turning me on even more. I spread her legs as wide as they could go and slid back inside her, slow and deep.
“Shit, baby,” I groaned, head spinning. She was soaked for me, pulling me in with a deadly grip.
I rocked into her, dragging every stroke to the root before pulling back just enough to make her whimper. I didn’t rush it. I wanted her to feel all 9.5 inches of me. I wanted to hear that breath hitch in her throat every time I bottomed out.
As a result, Mary’s nails clawed at my back as her pretty pink toes curled in the air. I leaned down, kissed her neck, then trailed my tongue down to her breasts. I sucked on her nipples, one at a time, while still grinding into her slowly, letting her feel my weight, my heat, my need. The look on her face told me she missed this shit too.
“You feel that, baby?” I whispered against her skin.
“Yeah… your dick feels so good, baby. Goodness.” A lone tear slipped from her eye.
“Ain’t nobody ever gon’ love you like me…make your body feel like this. I saw the way your lawyer looks at you. Him or any other nigga could never be me, baby. Because I was made for you.”
And I meant every word. It wasn’t cockiness. It was confidence. I knew, deep in my bones, I had been designed for Mary. For her mind, her body, her soul. Everything in me aligned with everything she was. That is why no one could ever fuck with my energy when it came to her. No nigga could love her the way I did. Not even close. I grew up with this woman.I loved her fully. Loudly. Silently. In every version of herself. Broken. Healed. Unsure. Whole.
